His heart was full, and he could not speak,
But he pressed a kiss on his sister's cheek;
And God looked down on the happy mother,
Whose "Little children loved one another."

AUNT MARY.

KIND WORDS.

LITTLE word in kindness spoken,

A motion or a tear,

May heal a spirit broken,

And make a friend sincere.

A word, a look, has crushed to earth
Oft many a budding flower,

Which had a smile but owned its birth, .
Would have blest life's latest hour.

Then deem it not an idle thing

A kindly word to speak,

The face you wear, the smiles you bring

May soothe a heart or break.

ΑΝΟΝ.

SPEAK GENTLY.

PEAK gently! it is better far
To rule by love than fear;

Speak gently! let not harsh words mar
The good we might do here.

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I will be Good To-day.

Speak gently to the aged one;

Grieve not the care-worn heart; The sands of life are nearly run: Let such in peace depart.

Speak gently, kindly, to the poor,
Let no harsh tone be heard;
They have enough they must endure
Without an unkind word!

Speak gently! He who gave his life,
To bend man's stubborn will,
When elements were in fierce strife,
Said to them, "Peace, be still!"

Speak gently! 'tis a little thing,
Dropped in the heart's deep well,
The good, the joy, which it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.

ANON.

I WILL BE GOOD TO-DAY.

WILL be good, dear mother,"

I heard a sweet child say;

"I will be good; now watch me,

I will be good all day."

She lifted up her bright young eyes,

With a soft and pleasing smile; Then a mother's kiss was on her lips, So pure and free from guile.

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And when night came, that little one
In kneeling down to pray,

Said, in a soft and whispering tone:
"Have I been good to-day?"

Oh, many, many bitter tears,

'Twould save us, did we say,

Like that dear child, with earnest heart :

"I will be good to-day."

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL.

WANT to be an angel,

And with the angels stand;
A crown upon my forehead,
And a harp within my hand.
Then, right before my Saviour,
So glorious and so bright,
I'd make the sweetest music,

And praise him day and night.

I never should be weary,
Nor ever shed a tear,

Nor ever know a sorrow,
Nor ever feel a fear.

But, blessed, pure, and holy,
I'd dwell in Jesus' sight;

And with ten thousand thousand,

Praise him both day and night.

The Pure in Heart.

I know I'm weak and sinful,

But Jesus will forgive;
For many little children

Have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish,
And lay me down to die,
O send a shining angel

To bear me to the sky!

Oh, there I'll be an angel,
And with the angels stand;
A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand!
And there, before my Saviour,
So glorious and so bright,
I'll join the heavenly music

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And praise him day and night!
MELODIES FOR CHILDHOOD.

THE PURE IN HEART.

LEST are the pure in heart,

For they shall see our God,

The secret of the Lord is theirs,

Their soul is his abode.

Still to the lowly soul

He doth himself impart,

And for his temple and his throne

Selects the pure in heart.

KEBLE.

LITTLE PILGRIMS.

HO are they, whose little feet,

Pacing life's dark journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat They had ever kept in view?" "I from Greenland's frozen land;" "I from India's sultry plain ;" "I from Afric's barren sand;" "I from islands of the main."

All our earthly journey past,
Every tear and pain gone by,

Here together meet at last,

At the portals of the sky;
Each the welcome "Come!" awaits,
Conquerors o'er death and sin!

Lift your heads, ye golden gates!

And let the little travellers in.

J. EDMESTON.

LITTLE THINGS.

MIS little acts of good or ill,

will.

That make our vast account.

No one, though great, does all God's

Small drops the caves of ocean fill;

And sands compose the mount.

H. F. GOULD.